Heroines by Kate Zambreno

But if Zelda wrote about the same period, if she circled around the French Riv, around the Swiss asylum, and provided her own version, this makes Fitzgerald less of the genius author. Somehow to say This Happened—some sort of crime. One must hide, shade, fictionalize.

Why is this role-playing seen as essential to Great Literature? What is the purpose of literature? (To reveal the human condition, to explore, to agitate, to experience recognition, to escape, to cause intense pleasure or feeling, to make you reconsider your existence, or reconsider language. There are many potential purposes, none of them specific to the experience or the pretense of being entirely manufactured.)